Rustling sheets caused me to wake up. The dim, yellow flickering of a candle burned harshly against my eyes that had become accustomed to the darkness of the night.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a slice of bread. I'm hungry," was the response to my murmuring.
I snuggled into the warm blankets, searching for the body heat that I had temporarily lost.
"Sometimes, I want to be ordinary."
"We all do. Come back to bed."
A breath extinguished the light. Rustling sheets and a kiss rocked me to sleep.
Author's Notes: A drabble inspired by Regina Spektor's Samson. Don't we all just want to be ordinary people sometimes? If there is any way that I could make this less…random, feel free to critique. Oh, by the way, this is Raoul and Buri.